- Timothy Klaum
Her soft voice faded out as the car passing outside caught my eye. Her lecture on the history of France was drowned out by the low hum of an engine. Then the vision became clouded as I darted from the car revving to the forests bordering our property. The wind blew through the trees, like they were finally at peace. It was silent as the car left, but sirens started wailing. Then, she came back into my head and I blinked back into focus. She asked what was so interesting. Nothing, I replied. But we both know that wasn’t true.